How Many Red Flags Did She Have? Yes.
I am meeting a girl for a first date at a coffee place. I have seen her online a few times (she’s very active on social media) and I admit, she is absolutely beautiful. She’s obviously into the “finer” things in life and seems to have a lot of “photoshoots”, but I don’t see that as any immediate red flags.
I walk in, and she’s sitting there already. We say hello, I start the small talk, and then she holds up her hand.
Date: “Okay, so I am just going to say my piece and potentially save us a lot of time. I’m a queen, and I deserve to be treated as such. I only agreed to meet you because you have a good job and I can tell you make good money. If you’re lucky enough to be considered to be in a relationship with me, then here are the rules that I will not budge on.”
She pauses, I think (I hope) for me to say something, but she’s simply catching her breath for the next part of her speech.
Date: “You will be the provider. You will buy me things, and you will pay for dinners. You will take me on trips, and you will fly us first class. We will stay in five-star hotels, and you will take me shopping whenever I want to. In return, I will always look beautiful for you, and I will make sure all my followers on Instagram know that you’re my boyfriend.”
I’m about to go, “Wow,” but there’s more!
Date: “I expect you to hold yourself to a standard that maintains our lifestyle and how we are seen in the world. This means you will need to dress better, and you will need to learn how to take good photos of me on our trips. If you can’t learn to take good photos, then you will pay for a professional photographer to accompany us. I notice that you drove here in a Prius; that has to go. If you care about the environment, that’s fine, but they make expensive electric sports cars now, and you will need to make sure we’re seen in one of those.”
At this point, I have stopped trying to interrupt, and I am simply listening to see how deep down this girl’s particular brand of crazy goes.
Date: “If you maintain all this and you treat me like the queen I am, then you will be graced with my presence. If you do not agree to absolutely everything I have just said, then it’s best that we part ways right now.”
Finally, I am allowed to weigh in on this conversation. I finish my water, I stand up, nod to her, and then walk away. I simply hear her sigh and say:
Date: “Yet another little rat. How disappointing.”
Wow. I mean, I am ALL for women (or anyone) having high standards for themselves and those they choose to date, but yikes!